sweet dreams are made of these / who am I to disagree (scrooge x magica)

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sweet dreams are made of these / who am I to disagree (scrooge x magica)

Magica was tempted to throw the ridiculous thing out - Roberta meant well, but really, a dreamcatcher? At her age? Maybe it was Magica's own fault for complaining so much about her dreams. She didn't think her friend would take them seriously - especially since Magica wasn't telling the whole truth about those dreams. They involved Scrooge, but they weren't exactly nightmares...

"Bah", she said out loud, setting it up above her bed before blowing out the candles. "Maybe a good night's rest will give me a good idea on how to get the dime out of that old miser's hands." Satisfied with that, she tucked herself into bed, and drifted off into sleep easily enough.

Roberta, however, also hadn't told the whole truth about the dreamcatcher. It wasn't meant to catch dreams - it was meant to give them, and connect them. Maybe this would make her stubborn friend admit one or two things in the morning. She meant well!

In the world of dreams, Magica found herself where she usually did - at the Money Bin, ever so close to snatching the time from its sacred pedestal. The strange thing, though, was that Magica was fully aware it was a dream. How strange! Weren't dreams supposed to feel real until you woke up?

Oh well. What difference did it make? She carefully lifted the glass top off, thinking she was alone in Scrooge's office.

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Scrooge put his arms around her and kissed her back tenderly. Yes, that's the feeling he wanted. This comforting intimacy.

"Not here on the desk where you could hurt yourself." He finally meant lovingly when they interrupted the kiss. Without effort he lifted her onto his arms. Even in reality he had carried her like that, she wasn't a featherweight because of her femininity, but not a challenge for his strong arms.

"Come on, I have a small room here in case I have to work through the night again."

Yes, otherwise the desk had been no problem in his dreams, or the next wall, even the floor. But this time his dream didn't reflect his sexual desires, but his feelings.
Carefully he laid her on the narrow bed and leaned over her.

"Tell me what you want from me..." He whispered in her ear "Tell me what you wish for".

Magica let out a girly little giggle when she was lifted - it was always nice to be reminded of how strong he was. Many a fantasy had began with him carrying her so easily.

But once she was on his bed, the shyness returned twice as hard. It was one thing to openly admit to lust - but admitting sweetness was a whole different beast.

"I..." She needed time to think, feeling so warm when he gazed at her so tenderly. Was the real him even capable of such emotion? Was the dream making her admit it anyway, shouldn't it know what she wanted? Or... did a part of her want to tell him?

"I want... you to kiss me... all over." She eventually mumbled, reaching up to hold him. "I want to feel your lips all over me... like... like I don't belong to anyone else..."

He smiled down on her warmly, "I like the thought that you belong to me alone." He leaned forward and kissed her collarbone. "I don't want anyone else ever to touch you that way."

His lips closed carefully around a nipple that stood tantalizingly under his tongue. Delightfully he buried his beak between her soft breasts and kissed this well-protected spot that opened there. It was a delightful feeling to sink into the tender down. He took his hands for help because he would have liked to touch her everywhere at the same time.

Carefully he stroked the soft skin. His hands stayed there while his lips worked their way back up. He kissed her neck, cheeks, lips and almost forgot to breathe.

Why hadn't his dreams gone like this before? It was so much more beautiful to slowly explore her instead of taking her brutally. For a moment he looked into her eyes again.

"Am I the only one? Or did you already had..." He didn't want to say it at all, the thought that someone else's lips might ever have touched her made him terribly jealous.

Even though she was a proud woman by heart, being owned like this was special - because it was him. As if he was casting some spell of his own that would make sure no one else ever touched her this way.

Who knew he could be so gentle? Because she wanted him that way? He was going so slowly... it was agonizing and wonderful at the same time. She almost wanted to ask him how she tasted, but he seemed satisfied.

She made soft little noises as he made his way up, almost pleased whimpers. But the question was nearly laughable. As if she'd ever let any man have her! She thought she'd never feel attraction, physical or emotional, to any man until Scrooge came along. He'd been the key she didn't know would unlock her.

"Just you," She whispered, stroking his cheek to assure him. "Only you... I've never wanted anyone else."

Scrooge looked down on her tenderly as she stroked his cheek and said these wonderful words. Tears stood in his eyes and he scolded himself an idiot for his sentimentality. The thought that she was just a dream hurt so much, everything would be over as soon as he woke up...

Vigorously he shook his head to become clear again. What did it bring to suffer because of that? He could not change it, better he forgot reality for the moment. His lips lowered to hers again and with his tongue he commanded admission to taste even more of her.

"I too..." He began between tender touches "... have never desired another in the same way as you. None."

While he spoke, his hand wandered down her body, lingering...

He had already been kissed a few times in his life but.... never had he himself felt the need to come closer to another person in this way. Not to mention this longing for unity that he always felt when he looked at Magica. Or even just thought of her.

The thought of touching someone other than her in such a way disgusted him. No matter how beautiful a woman might be, no one ever awakened the feeling in him to want to be with her forever.

He was shocked a little by his own thoughts. Forever? Does that mean that he wanted to...

No, don't do that to yourself, Scrooge. He admonished himself. Don't think about what will never be... Better enjoy that you can have her in your dreams.

A finger found its way teasingly between her legs and touched her where she was particularly sweet. In none of his dreams so far, he had taken the time to caress her there tenderly. It felt so good to notice how much he already aroused her.

For half a moment, she thought she saw tears in his eyes. But even for a dream, that would be insane. Scrooge would never cry over her - and she tried to ignore how deeply that idea hurt - and focused on the kiss. He tasted so good, it was almost unfair.

If only she really could keep him all to herself, even his touches. In a way, it made her happy that he made himself so secluded and never showed interest in any other women. Better for no one to have him if she couldn't. Maybe it was selfish of her to think so, but then she would never claim to be a good person.

She gave out a little cry of surprise when he touched her sensitive spot, and unknowingly spread her legs out a bit further in response. Only a handful of her previous dreams had ever gone so far, and every time it was because she had demanded it - he'd never done so of his own violation. That made it all the more amazing - he was going so slow and gently, and she moved underneath him, her face flushing.

"W-Will you..." She then shook her head. She didn't have to be shy with him - he'd do anything she wanted, no questions asked. With a bit more confidence, she tried again. "I want you... kiss me there, too."

Kiss her there? Even in a dream he would never have dared to do that but the imagination was tempting. Her lips, no her whole body, already tasted so good but there? He could feel that he became red.

Dream Magica was on the one hand so seductive erotic but also so shy and sweet. She was so damn real. Just a woman who really gave herself to someone for the first time. She was always willing in his dreams but never had she asked him with red cheeks for such a thing.

His heart melted away. "I... well..." he began with a trembling voice. "... As you wish..." Tentatively he kissed down on her body until he was between her legs. He swallowed heavily. He didn't really know what he had to do to make it feel good for her. At that moment he completely forgot that she was only his dream and would be satisfied with everything he did.

Carefully his lips touched this sweet spot and because he couldn't resist himself, he used his tongue to taste her. She was so hot and damp at this spot. The feeling of tasting her arousal was intoxicating.

Nothing was sweeter than her lips, but still this taste made him addicted. Greedily he penetrated deeper into her with his tongue. Kissed and licked as far as he could reach.

Seeing him hesitate out of surprise was cute. Like a real man who had rarely, if ever, done such a thing. Knowing how eager he was for her made her heart race, as if she really was beautiful.

She closed her eyes as his lips trailed down her body, feeling warmer and warmer with each passing moment. Yes, in this world, she could believe he loved her. What else would such delicate touches mean?

And when he finally began to kiss her there... it was even better than what she could have imagined. Her fingers gripped the bed sheets, and she tried to keep her legs as still as possible so he wouldn't be bothered. But she didn't want him there just for her pleasure - she wanted him to see the effect he had on her. How wet he made her, even with just a few touches.... as if her body was telling him what her words couldn't.

"Mmm... y-yes, it feels good..." She groaned, tilting her away. "So, so good... I want you so much... I've always wanted you..."

At her words he paused abruptly. Always? What did always mean? He gave the urge to look her in the eye again and left the forbidden place between her thighs. He straightened up on his knees and supported himself with his hands next to her head to look at her from a distance.

"I wanted you from the moment you entered my office. Your beauty enchanted me from the first moment..." With one hand he caressed her tenderly on the cheek. "After you proved yourself a worthy opponent and later even a valuable companion there..."

His eyes were still dark with lust but they also reflected all his affection. "... there it became more than that..." How much more was not clear to himself.

He bent his head so far that his lips almost touched hers. "Tell me how long have you wanted me?"

Nooo, why did he stop? She was ready to beg if she had to, but when she opened her eyes, she was startled to see him look at her with such adoration.

Why would the dream make him stop and ask? Was it because she wanted to admit it? Or to hear all the beautiful things from him? She was in no position to deny him any answers, so she went completely honest.

"... Not at first. I thought you were just, some... stubborn, cheap miser." And to be fair, she still thought he was. "But then after every time we fought, it was like seeing a new side of you. You were so... strong, and fearless..." She found his hand, and kissed his palm.

"Eventually, I didn't just want the dime. Because with it gone, you'd be out of my life. And I... I didn't want that. I still don't want that..."

He smiled pensive. "There were times when I felt like you were deliberately holding back. That you could have reached your goal long ago. But since it seemed so impossible, I never spun those thoughts any further."

He kissed her tenderly. "Whether subconsciously or with intention, I am glad that you never succeeded. Because I don't want to lose the connection between us either.

And if my dime is all that holds us together, then I will fight with my life for it, to keep you with me." He lowered his head in embarrassment.

"I know it is selfish of me. I should be happy to see you happy. But I just can't let you go."

She chuckled quietly. So her "perfect version" of Scrooge was a silly old fool? So be it. She kissed his cheek, nuzzling her beak to it afterwards, feeling strangely content like this.

"I'm happy now," she murmured, putting her arms around his neck. "I haven't been this happy in a long time." In fact, she couldn't remember the last time she'd ever felt at peace, even in the real world. But here and now, she felt she could lounge around with Scrooge all day in his bed and never want anything more.

"You don't have to let me go... I'm not going anywhere." Another smooth kiss to his lips, reassuring him, and herself, that this didn't have to end so soon. It would, eventually, but if she had any control over this dream, she'd stretch it out as long as possible.

How cruel to hear that. She could assure him never to leave him all she wanted. She remained only a dream. One that looked up to him and was happy. How he wanted to make the real Magica happy. If only she would feel like her image.

Just everything she said and did was exactly what he wanted. This dreamcatcher had to work with real magic. Again he had to admonish himself not to think too much but to enjoy. After all, this dream felt completely real. Every touch, her scent just everything. He lowered his body so that he now lay gently on her. He rolled slightly with his hips so that she had to feel what she caused in him. "I want you so much Magica..."

He grabbed her by the arms and skilfully changed their positions so that she now sat on him. It was nice not to have to look down on her as if she was just a willless doll who said everything and did what he wanted. He wanted her fire.

A low groan escaped her when she felt how hard he'd become, and because of her, no less. If he was already like this... how much more could he take before he needed to get inside? She licked her lips - as nice as all the sweet talk was, teasing him was tempting.

So when she found herself on top of him, she giggled - everything going according to her mind. She straddled his hips, moving back and forth making sure he felt every inch of her. Her breasts ached with how sensitive they were getting, and she pushed them out with her arms, making sure he got an eyeful.

"I want to hear it," she purred as she rocked on top of him. "I want to hear how beautiful I am. Tell me... tell me all the things you've wanted from me."

He couldn't suppress a loud moan as she moved on him like that and kept touching his loins. His eyes stuck for a moment to her bosom, which she so temptingly stretched out towards him. A mischievous smile lay on his lips as he answered. "You demand the impossible from me Magica..."

He straightened up so that he could touch her better. His hands automatically found her soft breasts and caressed them with a firm grip. But careful enough not to hurt her seriously.

"How can I put your beauty into words?" He kissed her passionately, let go of her breasts and pulled her slim body tight. Thereby their loins rubbed against each other again and he moaned into the kiss.

"I could say you are as beautiful as the sea, which is illuminated by the moonlight at night so that the waves glisten like billions of stars and yet it would be only a vague idea of how indescribably beautiful you are..."

His hand lay on her bottom and massaged the soft flesh as he pulled her closer and closer. "I want to feel the warmth of your body on mine. I want to kiss every millimeter of your skin..."

He lowered his lips to her neck and bit lightly into it so that it would definitely leave a mark. "I want you to scream my name in ecstasy. I want you to think only of me..."

He let go of her neck to look deep into her eyes.

"Forever only of me. Just like my whole being is concentrated on you..."

Even though it was exactly what she wanted, she wasn't prepared for what he said and did. It was overwhelming! He could be such a poet, who knew? And all for her. It was like only she was capable of bringing out this side of him, so in this way, this part of him belonged to her alone. What a wonderful thought.

She thought she'd push him over the edge, but instead, with his teeth and his pushes, she was the one being driven to madness. She couldn't take it any longer - she had to have him!

"I... need you... I need you now!" Her hands found his hot, warm flesh, and tried to guide him inside of her, angling her body so he'd fit inside neatly. Maybe it wasn't exactly traditional, but her lust was driving her wild, a desperate need for him.

"Then take what you need..." Gasped Scrooge as she grabbed him with a firm hand. It didn't bother him in the least that he lay under her. It didn't matter, they were equal. He lifted his lower body a little to help her, grabbing her by the hip with both hands to guide her.

The intense feeling that seized him as he suddenly sank deep into her surprised him. He had dreamed this part so often but had never felt dizzy from pure happiness. He had never felt her tight and warmth so much. Forever he wanted to burn the feeling of their union into his memory. That's exactly how it must feel to really make love to her. So indescribably beautiful.

"Mmmhh, more, give me more of you Magica!" He moaned loudly as he started to move his hip upwards to be even deeper inside her.

There was pain, as to be expected, but it was easily ignored compared to the pleasure plunging deep inside her. It had never felt like this before! So hard, so warm, so deep! It was as if all those prior dreams had merely been practice for this moment.

He wanted her screaming his name in ecstasy - he certainly got it. "Scrooge, oh! Yes, yes, yes!" Her eyes rolled back, and she scrambled to grab his body in an effort to stay upright. She was almost afraid of rolling off, she was losing control of herself. She never wanted this to stop.

They rocked together back and forth until eventually they found a rhythm together, moving in sync. She was afraid she might hold him too tightly, maybe even hurt him, but it couldn't be helped.

She was so wonderfully tight. She had really never given her body to anyone before. Only him alone. This thought aroused him all the more as he moved with her in a fast rhythm. He continued to hold her by the hip so she would not fall down. Even in the fog of lust, her well-being was the most important thing to him.

He tried to look at her all the time even though it was hard for him to concentrate. He wanted to see her face when she gave herself to him. "Magica, I... I can't go on for long... look at me, please look at me!"

She almost didn't hear him, too lost in her own body. In these dreams, they could last as long as she wanted - but she felt herself nearing climax already. Was it because of all their foreplay? It felt nearly real.

She finally heard him, and with some effort, she looked down at him. To be see this way by him, with love and lust... she wished he could stay that way, that he'd never look at her with hate again.

"Scrooge... Darling...!" She didn't even mean for that bit of tenderness to come out, but there was no taking it back now.

When in reality she used this nickname for him it sounded mocking. Although in a certain way connected with acquaintance but never as in this moment.

If only she talked to him like that all the time. Couldn't he keep her? This Magica that looked at him with so much lust and trust?

He stretched out a hand to gently stroke her cheek. He would have loved to kiss her, but he couldn't control his body enough to raise himself.

"Magica, I..."

He started, but fell silent again. It was pointless to say these words in the dream, especially in the intoxication of lust.

After all, nothing was real. Maybe not even the feelings he had. That was something he had to deal with in reality.

But he would have immediately given all his fortune, including his dime, to be united with the real Magica in this moment and to be allowed to hold her forever...

Her name on his lips, he finally reached his climax. "Magica! Gosh, yes, MAGICA!"

So that's what it really felt like - she felt so as if her entire body was coated with flames. She did this to him, and she had claimed all of him. It spurred her on, and she began thrusting a new, delighted by the look on his face.

In this world, he really did belong to her. Everything about him belonged to her. Hers, hers, hers, hers...

It wasn't long before she started to come, almost regretting it because she wanted this moment to last. She gasped out his name, her body shuddering as everything inside her twisted and turned. It wasn't fair... she didn't want it to end.

She stayed on his hips, not wanting to lose the feeling of him inside her. She panted for breath, her body trembling, unable to take her eyes off him.

Finally he managed to straighten himself up again so that he could hold her gently as she herself came to the end. "Yes, come for me my dear... I am with you..."

He looked deeply into her eyes as they both struggled for air. With both hands he embraced her face. "I wish I could be yours forever Magica..."
He leaned forward to kiss her...

But suddenly there was nothing left.
With wide open eyes he stared at the ceiling of his bedroom. His hands were still raised as if he kept holding her face in it.

From the beginning it had been clear that it was only a dream but he had hoped to the last moment he could stay with her.

This dream had given him everything he had craved and yet it was as if there was complete emptiness in him. The feeling of longing for her was so strong that tears came to him.

Angrily he stood up and tore down the dream catcher to hurl it to the ground. "What have you done to me?" He mumbled desperately. How was he supposed to live his life now, living normally? He sat down on the windowsill and looked at the moon.

The moon always reminded him of Magica.

He closed his eyes and allowed himself the weakness to quietly shed a few tears. Tomorrow morning he would be strong again... perhaps...

"Magica..." He whispered her name. In reality even that felt forbidden.
He didn't dare to fall asleep again that night. What for? Never could he have a more beautiful dream than this...

At the same time, Magica woke up with a start, blinking rapidly. Now? It ended now? She'd been hoping for some post-coitus snuggling, maybe some more affectionate petting and sweet talk. But... she supposed even magic couldn't control how long a dream lasted.

She rose out of bed, very satisfied. It stung that she'd never get it in real life... But at least now she had something to look forward to every time she slept. She licked her lips - she could still feel Scrooge's warmth inside of her, his lips on her neck, his breath on her ear. It'd be some time before she cooled down.

"I guess you can do something right every now and then, Roberta." She mused out loud before slipping out of bed. She certainly wasn't going to be able to sleep again tonight, so she might as well get to work devising another scheme to get the dime.

First things first, a good shower. But as she cleaned up, she couldn't help but notice something odd in the mirror... a mark on her neck.

Her cheeks reddened - wasn't that were Scrooge had bitten her? Was the dream that strong it could reflect on real life? She'd need be to careful with that... what if she had dreams of being restrained, and related bruises would show up because of that? ... Mmm, it was nice to think about~ Maybe tomorrow night.

For now, she pulled up her dress and let her hair fall down - hopefully that would cover it up for now. Then again, it wasn't as if the real Scrooge would notice or care about any marks on her.

She finished cleaning up, grabbed her broom, and began her flight. It would take hours to get to Duckberg this way - it would probably be early afternoon by the time she got there. Even if she couldn't come up with a good plan to get the dime by then, rattling Scrooge's bones was always fun.

Surely today would be another average, ordinary day between them.

Scrooge really felt a little better after he had allowed himself to mourn the dream adequately. Of course it still hurt that it would never come true, but at least in the night she would belong to him...

The dreamcatcher hung again in his place in front of the window.

But it didn't go past him without a trace. When he arrived in his money bin and saw his desk, he immediately had to think about how Magica had sat on it and involuntarily turned red. " Are you feeling all right Mr McDuck?" Mrs Quackfaster inquired innocently. " You look like you have a fever.". If possible, he got a little redder. "No, don't worry, I just climbed the stairs to stay fit..."

Maybe he should have worked from home today.

But something else followed him. It was as if he could still feel Magica's touches on his body. A feeling that he never wanted to miss again...

As always, he had successfully managed to distract himself with his work when suddenly an over-twisted sweet voice could be heard from the door. "Oooh Lammekins!" Scrooge rolled his eyes when he saw Brigitta "Who let you in? The guards have strict orders not to let you get near me more than a mile..." He growled annoyed. It wasn't that he really hated Brigitta, but since it was impossible for him to return her feelings, it was always very difficult to deal with her. A fine line between friendship and rejection.

"Sorry, she came in with us Uncle Scrooge." Another voice chirped behind Brigitta and Daisy entered the room with Donald wearing a gloating grin on his face.

Scrooge couldn't possibly be mad at Daisy. He liked her very much and was happy that Donald had found such a woman.

But suddenly Brigitta flew towards him unexpectedly and wanted to embrace him as always. Usually he had always reluctantly admitted it, so that she would leave him alone afterwards. But this time he jumped up from his chair and pushed her back when she wanted to touch him.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!"

Escaped him unintentionally loud. Brigitta looked more surprised than hurt, just like Daisy and Donald. None of them could have guessed that Scrooge was still holding on to the feeling of Magica. He wouldn't let another woman ever touch him again. Nevertheless, he himself was surprised by his violent reaction. That wasn't normal, was it?

"I... I don't want to be touched by any other woman..." He explained to the others with an embarrased look to the side.

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